[lit-ideas] Sunday Wotsit

From: David Ritchie <ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>

To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2012 14:55:43 -0800

This week I struggled as a Genevan might. There's no gin in the tale; it's
about chocolate and an apple, decay and the plastic bucket, tempting heights.
I begin. Though the apple I picked up in our kitchen smelled innocent and
sweet as charity, when I carved in, it proved rotten to the core, brown with
tricks and worms. I cast it from me. "Begone," I said, tossing it airily
toward the compost bin. Then I hie'd me to the larder, seeking solace and
consolation. Not having much handy philosophy to hand, I rolled my eyes
heavenward, which is about where the chocolate is kept, in a location that
takes energy to reach. I ascended the step stool. I cracked off four squares.
I descended. I stood foursquare with my four squares of Swiss chocolate and
wondered whether John Calvin would approve. Chocolate, I think, might have
cheered him up, improved his general mien, changed history. Nothing I can do
about that. Postponing pleasure, I boiled water for tea.
David Ritchie,
Portland,
Oregon------------------------------------------------------------------
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